Mages Are Too OP - Chapter 716
Chapter 716 New Discovery
The Golden Sons were kindheartedly and friendly.
That was the ordinary people’s impression of the players.
The Golden Sons were proud and had no respect for the privileged.
That was the ordinary nobles’ impression of the players.
The Golden Sons were arrogant and heartless.
That was most of the professionals’ impression of the players. Different people had different opinions on the players because of their different interests.
The players were just players. No matter how they conflicted with each other, they always left similar impressions on outsiders.
It was exactly such a case at this moment.
The two liches felt that the messenger of the Golden Sons was completely unreasonable.
Wallis couldn’t help but ask, “If we’re allies, why can’t you help us deal with enemies that have advantages against us? We can help you get rid of enemies that you find tricky. Won’t that be a win-win?”
“No, it’s not. Once we attack the Frostwolf Clan, we’ll be those who suffer,” said the male player unhurriedly. “You must’ve investigated us, so you should know the black leaf incident.”
The two liches looked at each other.
They had indeed heard about that before.
Back then, they found it exhilarating that the Golden Sons, who were undying monsters, turned out to have restrictions too.
However, exactly because of the restrictions, the liches couldn’t ask for their help at this moment, which was rather upsetting.
“But if this goes on, the Frostwolf Clan will destroy our camps, which will indirectly lead to your loss.” The player laughed aloud. “What loss can there be? If we can’t cooperate with you, we’ll look for someone else to work with. Isn’t it only natural?”
“Are you going to go back on your word?”
“We haven’t signed any agreements yet. We’ve never taken one gold coin from you. Why is it betrayal?” The player yawned after he laughed. “We’re just temporary allies because we have a common enemy.” The faces of dead bodies were rigid, but Wallis was so infuriated that his face twisted.
Karna sneered nonstop too.
A long time later, Wallis said, “Are you not afraid that we’ll tell other people you want to deal with Roland?”
“Be my guest.” The player smiled unconcernedly. “Then we really won’t be partners anymore.”
“You’re not scared?”
“You don’t know the Golden Sons.” The player narrowed his eyes and smiled. “We often fight because of different interests, but we’re not real enemies. We don’t hold any grudge against Roland; we simply don’t want him to be on the top.”
The players would lose 10% of their total EXP after each death, so Roland would drop from LV12 to LV11 if he died. Then, he probably wouldn’t have the highest level in the server. Besides, if they could kill him once, they would be able to do it again.
Wallis snorted. “I don’t want to meddle, but if Roland learns what you’re doing, your life won’t be great, will it?”
“It doesn’t matter.” The player’s eyes turned cold. “We’ll just surround and attack you with the Frostwolf Clan. All liches deserve death anyway, don’t you agree?”
He couldn’t have sounded more arrogant.
Wallis had never been insulted as such during his hundred years of life as a lich. He turned grave and was about to attack.
Exactly at this moment, Karna, who had been silent the whole time, stopped him and asked, “Wallis isn’t interested in the things between you, but I’m different. I’m a woman who loves gossip. My friend, you just mentioned that a lot of people like you want Roland to die. Why? He’s the strongest Golden Son, and from what we’ve gathered, he’s not a conceited person and has no conflicts of interests with most of the other Golden Sons.”
“Why are you asking about that?” asked the player while staring at Karna.
“Don’t the Golden Sons always say that you should find as many friends and make as few enemies as possible?” Karna asked in confusion. “Isn’t that what you do? Why have you chosen a different approach to deal with Roland? If so many people want him to die, ask more of your compatriots to help you.”
“If we have too many partners, some of them may betray us.” “It seems that your endeavor to kill Roland is not widely supported even among your own people.”
The player wasn’t bothered by Karna’s sarcasm.
He stepped back and said, “In any case, you’ll deal with the Frostwolf Clan on your own. We’ll only share intelligence on Roland with you and help you deal with him. We won’t care about anything else.”
After saying that, the players left.
But his face didn’t look very good after he turned around.
It wasn’t one or two forces that were dealing with Roland; it was quite a conspiracy that a lot of people were involved in.
On many occasions, fame was itself something that could invoke envy and jealousy.
Roland stood in the way of too many people, including but not limited to magnates and well-known livestreamers.
In other games, except the pure PVP ones, the rich players always got stronger as they invested more.
In PVP games, the famous livestreamers would all show their capabilities.
Some of them had special tricks, some had quick reactions, some were very visionary, and some were funny. They could always amaze the audience.
However, neither of the two approaches worked in this game.
However much money the rich players invested, other people wouldn’t admire them but would only mock them.
“This guy has thrown tens of millions into the game, yet can’t even make it to the top five. Roland has started from scratch and made a hundred million. He makes the best equipment and potions, and he’s strongest server-wide. Other players are just embarrassments compared to him.”
Just like that, Roland was like a mountain in front of them, and their investments were like jokes.
The rich players had no fun at all.
Life for streamers was even harder. Their familiarity with mouse and keyboard and their battle awareness meant nothing in the game.
They might have some advantages based on their gaming experiences at the beginning of the game. But it was still useless.
What mattered more in this world was to explore and get to know the world, and to reflect on oneself. Even the Warriors had to learn a lot of things apart from how to fight.
They had to learn new languages in the new world and the ways of society. They must see through the malicious NPCs without being tricked.
They had to negotiate before a quest, and make full preparations if the environment would be harsh.
This was a real world that simply had additional elements such as swords and magic.
Few of the streamers who played games at home every day were worldly experts of communication.
Many of them had accidents every day in the game.
They had accidents when they were on quests, ran their organization, and even sought survival in the wildness. If they couldn’t accomplish it, they could at least talk about it.
So, they intended to interpret the advantages and disadvantages of all classes.
However, the players in the audience simply said, “Stop talking and get on the top 100 ranks first.”
They were also often compared with the experts.
The most frequent name that they were compared to was Roland.
For example, it often went like this.
The streamers: “The Warriors’ odds of winning against any other classes are above 50%. After all, the Warriors can use bows. A 1.5-meter long bow has an effective range of 400 meters and can kill vulnerable enemies remotely.”
Netizens: “Roland doesn’t know what to say. You’re talking about range with me?”
The streamers: “The Rogues are the Mages’ banes. A Rogue of a high level who has strengthened the stealth ability can easily kill a Mage. After all, nobody can be prepared for attacks forever.”
Netizens: “Roland will just let you attack him for half an hour, and you still won’t break my shield.”
The streamers: “You should make friends with the NPCs glibly and sophisticatedly like
Netizens: “Roland became the chairman of a Magic Tower a year after he entered the game. You haven’t even become a minor manager in your organization yet.”
Similar comments appeared in every stream channel at least five times.
As time went by, even the most tolerant streamers were disgusted. Then, some of the rich players and streamers who couldn’t hold back anymore secretly united, attempting to bring down Roland.
They didn’t want to kill Roland’s family or friends in the game; they simply wanted to lower Roland’s level.
What they said and did wouldn’t be convincing until Roland was no longer the top player of the server.
As for their cooperation with the liches, it was just a coincidence.
When the liches bought bodies from the players, they talked about Roland by chance.
The liches craved Roland’s body.
The Golden Sons’ bodies were really vigorous. They could be made into the finest Death Knights and skins.
Roland, as the strongest Mage in the server, was exceptionally gifted.
Magic Power Control and Magic Material Exemption were both great talents.
If they could occupy the body and maintain it well, they would be able to become a Legendary lich several dozen years later.
After the player returned to his tomb, he opened a browser, typed in an address, logged into his account, and posted the video of his conversation with the liches.
About ten minutes later, some anonymous guy replied to his post: “Retreat. We can’t turn our names red just to kill Roland. The virtual cabins are unbelievably expensive nowadays. If the liches cannot resist the Frostwolf Clan, so be it. We’ll just work with someone else. There are bound to be other people who want Roland dead.”
On Roland’s side, after entrusting the search mission to the Phoenix Guild and the Frostwolf Clan, he resumed his magic studies and simplified many interesting spells, such as the oil-making and sugar-making spells.
When Roland synthesized glucose with nothing in front of the scientists, they all got excited.
“Good heavens. Magic can replace photosynthesis. How incredible.”
“If he digs deeper, it’s possible that he’ll be able to synthesize amylose and even fat. Roland, you should learn chemistry.”
“Wait a moment, if he can extract the carbon dioxide and water in the air, can he extract deuterium from seawater too?”
After a brief silence, the scientists all seethed with thrill.
The director, in particular, looked at Roland earnestly, but didn’t say anything.
It was because he had been instructed that Roland could do whatever he wanted to. They could only work with him, and they couldn’t command or suggest things to him.
Seeing how excited they were, and looking at the director’s face, Roland asked, “Can you show me the molecules or atom model of deuterium? Also, give me several tons of water. I’d like to give it a shot.”
Roland didn’t know much about chemistry or physics, no more than what a high school student did. After all, he spent most of his time on coding and algorithms. However, it didn’t mean that he didn’t know common sense.
There were a lot of isotopes of deuterium in the seawater, but it was rather tricky to separate them.
“Thank you.” The director held Roland’s hand and said excitedly, “We’ll report the matter to the superiors. Whether or not the experiment works, you will be rewarded.”
Roland shrugged, showing that he didn’t care. Then, several days later, the seawater was shipped to them. During these days, Roland had skimmed through information on deuterium
A lot of researchers even personally interpreted the data of the element for him.
While listening to them, Roland tried to tweak the spell model.
The day the seawater was delivered, Roland tested the tweaked spell and extracted a tremendous amount of hydrogen, but there wasn’t any deuterium.
He wasn’t frustrated, but kept optimizing the spell models.
The researchers were all very nervous, but there was little they could do to help.
It was because they hadn’t figured out just yet what mechanism was behind Roland’s spells.
Several days later, Roland fully optimized the spell, but it failed again.
After a long time of consideration, he realized that it might be due to the lack of “consequence.”
There was no description of deuterium in the original spell model.
In the end, he added Lesser Benediction to the spell.
This time, after a dazzling flash of colorful magic light, he succeeded.
A tiny bit of deuterium was stored in a special sealed container.
Then, Roland shivered and fell on the ground with blood gushing out of his nose, ears, and eyes.
All the researchers were quite frightened.
The medical staff carried him to the infirmary as quickly as possible. Then, a lot of doctors and nurses were summoned from the best nearest hospital.
While they were all uneasy, one of the researchers gave them several scans.
Everybody was horrified by the scans.
The scans all showed the vague shape of a human being at Roland’s back.